Nativity series moves to one of the stars -- Mary. She was a young girl who was placed in a position which has brought respect through the years.
My decisions were all made for me
as a woman I was never free
to even decide whom I would marry
and I want to say this is scary.
Joseph to whom I had been engaged
was much older when it was arranged
and I was just a shy teen-aged girl
which set my life in a great big whirl.
Another big choice was made for me
and all I could do was just agree
to bear a child whose father was God
such a request was extremely odd.
My long journey left me sore and weak
and I rested in a shed so bleak.
Then I was honored to give a birth
to a boy who would bring joy to earth.
Shepherds came to the manger to pray
and tell me what the angels did say.
I treasured all these things in my heart
as I watched them all turn and depart.
Dear Larry, what a great poem, we should receive every day as a holy day, regardless of which religion it belongs to. Happy holidays and peace for all! Emile
Your bring our dear Blessed Mother into a state of reality that can be felt deep within our hearts. This moves my heart beyond words. To see your child dieing is incredibly heart-breaking. She is the model for all women. Thank you for this blessed poem.
Mary, the mother, so much has been written about her, always about Nativity Day when she was a child-mother in a world where women went forgotten after the first born boy came to the family.
Mary, the mother, forgotten on the Golgotha as even God the Father were focusing on the Son.
Mary, the mother, prostrated, looking up, seeing her dying son through the tears, without a comforting ar on her shoulders.
Mary, the blessed one.
Georg
Christmas - only days away; plastic snowmen and glowing reindeer adorn the lawns of neighborhoods all across America. All is calm, all is bright, and yet there is something tragically wrong about this Christmas night.
With swift passage thr
For the past two years (2006-2008) The Bridge of Silver Wings has earned a name for itself both as a series of poems published in different e-zines and as a book first published in 2007.
What makes this 2009 edition a special one is th
A short story of mine was included in an anthology of short fiction by fourteen of Port Town Publishing Company's authors. It is out of print and no longer available except as a download. Contact me at charlenetess@yahoo.com if you want it.
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God bless you. Kathy
Be safe,
Karen
Mary, the mother, forgotten on the Golgotha as even God the Father were focusing on the Son.
Mary, the mother, prostrated, looking up, seeing her dying son through the tears, without a comforting ar on her shoulders.
Mary, the blessed one.
Georg
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D